After writing a story I was always empty and both sad and happy, as though I had made love.
A big lie is more plausible than truth.
Easy writing makes hard reading.
If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.
Men cannot act before the camera in the presence of death.
The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.